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oh. so basically like a deal with the devil.

. . . an evil spirit. ( slow nod. ) okay. so does the spirit just . . . resides in you now?

well, it wasn't planned . . . you won anyways so i don't think it would have mattered too much. solange, a pleasure. & what shall i call you?

ugh. i need my back cracked like a glowstick. and a margarita.

fear is a reasonable response to life.

ask me then? ( it's her turn to return a wink before gesturing towards the bartender for another round. )

a hand reaches into a black mini purse to retrieve a paper & pen to scribble down her number. a step closer to him is taken, holding the folded paper up with two fingers. ) how about you call me after tomorrow after tonight & ——

( only two shots, but her head feels light from from the high content. it's a good buzz, warmth embraces her skin. she notices the way his gaze flicks to her lips, instinctively swiping her tongue along the bottom one. ) tomorrow? ——

in her heart, she pulls away. her hand retreats, & softened eyes lose the affection in favor of making sure he becomes 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 like her. “ be careful, dear. make sure you 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 before you speak. ”

malicious nature, she knew deep down that falling into her web of wicked is not something he deserved — it was not something she believed pitch 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 indulge in. and in that moment, in that sudden realization, & with a sudden aching ——

pointer finger tracing along his jawline carefully. her eyes continue to scan his expression — her eyes soften for just a brief moment. head tilts & she leans in close enough that her breath hits his lips. despite the darkness & her ——

“ you're brave. so, so brave. ” darkness courses through her veins like venom. the mutilated corpse's stench lingers, but all solange can smell is the iron from the 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 splattered around them. her palm slides down to his neck, ——

cheers, then is downed in a second. ) i'll buy the drinks for the rest of the night if you take me out to dinner another night. ( she's snickering, thumb wiping the excess alcohol that drips from the corner of scarlet lip. )

you seem oh - so very sure. ( teasing, of course. her eyes flicker back to the returning bartender, then down to the refilled shot glass. ) oh, & i thought i was trouble. you may have me beat. ( the shot is raised towards him in ——

a hand raises to decline. “ oh, no thank you. i like my insects for potions, not food. not really my . . . tastes. ”

mhm, magic. ( she snaps her fingers, and a flame burns from her thumb. she flicks her hand to put it out. ) like witches, wizards, warlocks. all that good stuff.

mm, tricky. people from the past, huh? reminiscing in nostalgia isn't always bad, but nostalgia doesn't always mean good for ya. you don't really have to talk about it if you really don't want to. figured talking helps.